"I know that look." Molly's face fell a bit. "M'not mad. No hat for me, although I like tea, thanks much. Not stupid. High IQ, when tested right. Things were rearranged, not my fault. The words come out right when attention is payed. I forget, cut right through remembering, patched up very well, needles and threads and a small bit of metal." She touched the side of her head where the small metal patch covered where bits were too small to be put back. "All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't undo an omlette."
Molly stepped back and her mood swung again. "I'll still talk with the water mammals. And I'll pass on your words. Sorry I frightened. Promise not to jump. I like living."
She twirled away in a half dance. and looked over the railing. "Hey, you're the same one I just talked to."